‘What do you do?’ and other questions

‘What do you do?’ and other questions

Someone asked me yesterday what I did, what was my profession.

“I am, um, a writer.”

This was the first time I said such a thing, and in another, perhaps bolder, move, I decided to let it hang in the air. No explanations. No follow-ups. No resume recitation.

Surely the man who asked would swat down this little statement. Surely he would see through it, with its “um” right down the middle, cleaving the fact — “I am” — from the fiction — “a writer.”

We stood there a beat. I waited for the laugh, the assault, the challenge. I did not prepare to defend myself. I own no armor.

There was no laugh. No assault. No challenge.

Nobody’s watching.

You are what you believe.

Next time I’ll drop the “um.”

Why mornings are the best time to run

Why mornings are the best time to run

Yes, I watch graduation speeches for fun